Innate Broken Wings Were Not Fate Set in Stone, but the Starting Point for Striving to Fly

One man and one snake had clearly been targeted.

Lin Heng naturally sensed it, but he paid it no mind. If these people had any brains, they would not start infighting now.

They had not found anything good yet, and to rashly covet the snake beside him was rather pathetic.

The spiritual energy here was so dense that even devoting oneself entirely to refining it would have been a fine choice. Fortunately, my Spirit Wheel could absorb and refine spiritual energy on its own, so he did not have to miss out for nothing.

...In the vast ruins of the ancient city, aside from signs of destruction everywhere, there were also traces of deliberate excavation. Presumably, all the good things on the surface had been taken away.

Lin Heng grew less and less hopeful about this, because before setting out, Prince Qi had told him that the Ancient Emperor Secret Realm had set up five passes, advancing layer by layer. This first pass had been explored and excavated the deepest, and there were not many opportunities left.

But he had also given him a reminder: the deeply hidden opportunities were far better than what trial-takers had obtained over the years. It might be an ancient book, it might be a divine weapon, or perhaps a heaven-and-earth spiritual treasure.

To be honest, he was not the least bit interested in things like cultivation methods and ancient manuals. Even if a ninth-rank divine art were brought out, it still could not compare to the cultivation method he currently had.

Of course, fusing the learning of a hundred schools was not a bad thing; it was just not very cost-effective.

Xiao Lan used her head and tail to dig a pit in a pile of black gravel, burrowing down like a little mole.